Jimmy Hogarth had a motorbike <br />both it, and Jim, were wrecks <br />And the consensus of opinion was <br />It would break his bloody neck. <br /> <br />But Jimmy didn’t heed them <br />He’d heard it all before <br />it’s not surprising that he had <br />the bloke was eighty four! <br /> <br />How he kept the damn thing going <br />It was something of an art <br />People said he used black magic <br />Just to get the bike to start <br /> <br />The lads down at the bowling club <br />Tried to get old Jim to stop <br />But it just seemed to upset him <br />So they let the subject drop <br /> <br />Mind you, once it was moving <br />By gum, the thing could shift a bit <br />Old Jim he liked a turn of speed <br />And he’d often go for it <br /> <br />But people said he was too old <br />For the excitement and the speed <br />That if he didn’t start to act his age <br />God knows where it would lead <br /> <br />His daughter tried, then Age Concern <br />To make old Jim slow down <br />But he told them all to “bugger off! <br />I'll be a long time in the ground.” <br /> <br />The local bikers loved the guy <br />if you mentioned him they’d smile <br />“Yeah we know the guy’s a wrinkly, <br />but the old fart’s got some style! ” <br /> <br />He shuffled when he walked did Jim <br />he’d say “not long now ‘til I’m dead” <br />but sat astride that motorbike <br />by God his years were shed <br /> <br />But in the end the do-goods won <br />They took Jims bike away. <br />So just to spite the kill joy sods <br />Old Jim died the following day.<br /><br />Bill Mitton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jimmy-hogarth-s-motorbike/
